I have been reading some of my new poetry books and I rather enjoyed this poem so thought I would share it with you all.
This poem is by John Clare (1793-1864) who was an English poet who celebrated the English countryside in his poetry.
To the Fox Fern
Haunter of woods, lone wilds and solitudes
Where none but feet of birds and things as wild
Doth print a foot track near, where summer’s light
Buried in boughs forgets its glare and round thy crimped leaves
Feints in a quiet dimness fit for musings
And melancholy moods, with here and there
A golden thread of sunshine stealing through
The evening shadowy leaves that seem to creep
Like leisure in the shade.
John Clare
